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♔ :Finding your muse wearing their clothes 

I mean, really… I don’t know who dresses her. Does she do that herself? Youngbae’s nose wrinkled sourly with disgust at the thought of his dongsaeng willingly choosing to dress so… provocatively. Damn those high waisted shorts. Or are they underwear. They better not be, I swear to God- even thinking of the ensembles got him huffing. He knew she was grown, and that she had every right to wear those things; hell, she could perform naked and cause a real menboong for the audience… but he still didn’t like it. He wasn’t conscious of why it bothered him so, but he knew that he preferred Chae in long pants and a turtleneck. Also wrapped in a blanket. Also without any trailing, rabid fanboys. 

He was now stomping his way up the stairwell towards the entrance to his apartment where he was to meet Chaerin herself for a discussion about some lyrics he’d written that he wanted advice on. If there was one thing he admired about this woman (one thing among thousands, really) it was her keen ear for music. Be it through lyrics, melodies, or production, the younger girl had a true God-given talent for composing incredible songs. In fact, he had been thrilled that she’d agreed to come over to meet with him despite her current busy schedule… although he’d known that she would say yes. He smiled smugly at the thought- she wouldn’t say no to me. She loves me too much. Ah, how that phrase gave him pleasure. Being such close friends with that beautiful woman felt like winning the lottery; he wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but he certainly wasn’t going to question it. Youngbae’s train of thought began to take a more… fluffy route, recalling all of the times she’d helped him, and encouraged him to be a better man and performer. He loved her deeply, and respected her more than most of his colleagues. But damn those stage outfits, her ass cheeks hanging out everywhere- 

His face flushed an angry red at the mental image that had been stuck in his mind all day after watching her rehearsal, and once again lost himself in the seething protectiveness he felt for her. Youngbae huffed slightly as he made it to his door, fumbling to unlock it before pushing the barrier open only to find- Chae. In… my clothes? The man blinked a few times, his mind coming to a blaring halt. The younger was standing before him, expression like a deer in headlights, wearing his sweats and his Givenchy Rottweiler tee. “Uh… Chae… whatcha doing?” He continued to look her up and down, stuck in his tracks at the door. “Oh…” Her familiar sheepish smile crept across her lips as he stared, deciding to use aegyo to her advantage- as usual. “Oppa, I was so uncomfortable! And you were taking forever…” Her lips pouted cutely to put on an air of innocence, even going as far as tapping the tips of her fingers together.